The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-12-21

forces But he was badly whipped dog,
and ever afterward he sought 10 lnsDlre
terror rather than by presenting q strong
front, hideous with suggestions OF masked
batteries, a splendid reserve line and
TANKS heavily curtained with cavalry. 1t
was magnificent, but it was not war. 1t
was better. 1t was bloodless, triumphant
aud honorable peace. Thare wasn't a man
or dog in Peoria but feared him. He was
on good terms with the boys, but they
a,wsys treated him with profound respect.
never took any liberties with him, and
always seemed more at ease at our house
when the Anarchist was out making calls.
He made a great many calls, and he
always got what he called for. he never
called twice also, and he never tipped the
waiter, too, He didn't have to.
He was q born hater of law and govern
ment. He never wanted what you gave
him. If brought him boiled rice and
beef, he sneeTed at il so terribly l was
frightened. II gave him a bone next
day, be growled for rice and boiled beef.
III offered him both, he wanted only
brown bread and gravy. He never ate
what you gave him. He always slept in
one particular place, when first he came to
board with Us. ! built him a kennel on
that very spot, and ever after he slept in
the wood-shed. Once let him know what
you wanted him to do, and he wouldn't
DO it. One day, just to see how much
pluck he had, set him on peddler. He
turned around, bit me twice in the same
leg-and l had only two at that time
smiled on the peddler reassuringly, wag-
ged the place where bis tail should have
been, and went away to make few calls,
leaving me to the tender mercies Of the
indignant peddler.
have no doubt this perversity prolonged
the Anarchists life. He WAS not popular
in the Deiehborhood-few of my dogs
were, in fact-and sometimes. when morn
Ing dawned, we would find in the yard,
near by the Anarchists sleepipg-place, a
nice, inviting piece OF meat that had not
been ordered, but had evidently been left
as a present by some kindly disposed
friend. But friendships Offerings had
no gross, earthly charms for the Anarchist.
he accepted the homage and the tribute,
but he wasn't god of human clay to come
down from his pedestal and eat the offer
ings on the altar. He used to smell the
votiVe offering suspiciously, and turn
away disdainfully. Then during the day,
some neighbours dog would come sneaking
into the yard, grab up the meat with guilty
haste, bolt il on the run, and in half an
hour, by that mysterious telegrsphy in use
among wild Indians and boys the word
would be passed around that "Soonso' q
dogs a-dy in'-pisene6 - And the grow
ing cluster of excited boys, perched in
safe places on fence and wood shed, would
indicate the place Of the tragedy.
/ Was very fond OF the Anarchist, but
Fate wrote his doom in glowing letters of
yellow and crimson and blue upon the
barn doors and fences. The circus pictures
pronounced separation between US. Four
boys he passed into the circus, and when
we came out cast guilty, heavy-hearted
look around, and saw the Anarchist
chained to the forward wheel OF the ticket
wagon, a nobleI fercer looking brute than
the oak-tanned lion in the cage. He sa =
me, aud his reproachful glance haunted
me for many days. But l comforted M
self thinking how happy / would be with
a circus, sNd surely the Anarchists LOT
would be happy one.
always like to see g boy with dogs
good, honest, faithful, loving dog. rney
are natural companions; they understand
each other. A good boy, who knows how
to take care Of dog should have one if he
wants one. Bat boy who will make q
harness for dog, and compel The honest
brute TO haul him around in wagon de
serves to be put on the treadmiH for six
weeks. A dog, this side of Esquimsu land
isn't beast of burden.
So ell my dogs have passed away, and
every dog has had his day. With esger,
questioning, humping tail like mufflad
blows of threshing fail, no more they
tbump upon my floor their tattoo as in day.
Of yore. My daily walks no more they
cheer. with yelping voices sharp and clear
no more for me, from morn till night, they
scratch for rats or join the fight; no more
when pausiDg in the chace, we stop 10 ca
and rest space, do they when we sit dowr
TO dine, eat all their own, and most o
mine; at golden eve and rosy dawn, mis-
them-sll my dogs are gone.
ROBERT ]. BURDETTE.